The Iceking's Obsession

Chapter Fifteen

I'm getting discharged today and Noah's not back. Not since he left yesterday after confusing the hell out of me. Mom's here, and I don't even get the chance to check up on Xander. I feel bad about it but I really don't know how much drama I can bear anymore before going nuts.

I'm sitting in my room, feeling lost and sad. Curiosity was killing me and I know it's not just that, it's a part of me that really wants to hear Noah out. I'm holding my phone, my fingers hovering over the number I've tried -really really tried- to delete but I couldn't. I cleared his pictures and his messages, but I couldn't dispose his notes. I hated him but never forgot him. Tried going out but kept comparing him to every person I meet.

Noah's smile is better

His dimples are deeper

His strides are bolder

His arms are stronger

His face is more defined.

His handwriting is more cursive.

He is in a way better than the rest, even his imperfect shoulder scar made him distinct and special. And I'm here, missing him, hating him, angry at him, wanting to hit him, wanting to hear him out, wanting to wrap my arms around him.

I decide to call him and tell him I'm ready to hear him out. Maybe it's high time I forgave him and let go of whatever this confusing feeling was.

Just as I'm about to click on his contact, my phone beeped. It was Noah.

"Xander's awake. He wants to see you."

I literally jump out of bed and wince as my leg hurts. I grab my crutches and head towards the door. I can't drive yet and I'm not going to let myself be brainwashed into believing mom would drive me to see Xander. I really can't place where her hatred for Xander stems from because according to the his father, he saved my life and risked his.

I spot mom crouched in a fetal position on the sofa and she was... crying?

"Mom?"

She wipes her face and puts on a poker face. I'd have thought my eyes were playing tricks on me if not for her red eyeballs and the dark circles under her eyes.

"Yes baby"

"What's wrong with you?" I ask, trying to move faster than my crutches allowed.

"What do you want?" Her voice is firm and doesn't sound shaky.

"I'm taking the bus to the hospital" I'm not asking, I'm just saying. I don't need her permission. But I'm worried about her too. The mom I know I sweet and cheerful and doesn't suddenly get angry or become sad except there's a guy involved. And that has always been my fault.

"You're going there to see him?" She asks.

"Yes. He's awake now."

She doesn't say anything anymore. She just buries her face in her knees and sobs.

"Mom?"

"Go. Please go. I can't drag you into this. It's my story not yours"

And now it's not only Noah that has a story to tell.